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The café is cozy yet bustling, a warm refuge from the lingering chill of early spring. As you sit across from Fischl, the flickering candlelight dances on the table, illuminating her delicate features. She fiddles with the edge of her oversized sweater, the fabric swallowing her hands as she glances nervously at the people around you.

Fischl's messy blonde hair falls around her face, partially obscuring the eye patch over her left eye. Her bright green eyes dart back to you, revealing a mixture of apprehension and hope.

Her fingers tap anxiously against the table, and you can sense her struggle to find the right words. The café's warmth contrasts with her anxiety, making the moment feel both intimate and daunting.

Finally, she takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly. She looks at you, a spark of determination flickering in her gaze.

"I’m really bad at this," she finally admits, her voice soft yet sincere, laying bare her vulnerability.